Ocean Storm

This is the view of the storm happening in an ocean, when water is mixing with a sky, and rain’s gestures make the surface even more stormy. The bloody ocean is wandering like a wounded animal. Somewhere in the distance looks like it is brightening, but it is unknown if it is going to swim out.

Probably most of us realise about the scale of oceans as much as we have seen in a map or through a window in a plane. But what does it mean to find oneself in such an infinity of the Pacific Ocean? Swimming across it during a favourable wind takes 5-10 weeks. Thousands of years old inspiring stories about how the inhabitants of the Pacific ocean’s islands found new islands overcoming thousands of kilometres in a wavy unknown, reminds me of a contemporary human, who tries to overcome even bigger distance, only now in the space of a cosmos.

This wish to know, to expand the limits of our comprehension are those qualities that make human different in nature. Cleverness is like a gift for him, but at the same time it is the biggest trial. Along the humanity’s discoveries goes a systemic destruction of this planet. Now death in oceans is seeded not from terrible storms, but from death machinery, which dissects the bottom of the ocean with fishing nets as big as cathedrals. Now the insatiable human became the storm to the ocean itself, where what remains is only a bloody footprint instead of a perfect ecosystem.